Paola

I got tired of begging her
I got tired of telling her
That without her, I die of sorrow

Look at me Paola
She thinks she's the last Coca-Cola
Stop the stretching
That can blow you away

She went out at night
And came back in the morning
When the saya then vapa
She came back with reproaches

Look at me Paola
She thinks she's the last Coca-Cola
Stop the stretching
That can blow you away

I looked for her
And she ignored me
And now baby, you're looking for me
And now that I'm popular!

Look at me Paola
She thinks she's the last Coca-Cola
Stop the stretching
What! Papa!
Since it sticks, it sticks
Compa arrives with the saya
Compa to the beach
I take her to the party
And I put her on the little horse

Look at me Paola
She thinks she's the last Coca-Cola
Stop the stretching
That can blow you away
Look at me Paola
She thinks she's the last Coca-Cola
Stop the stretching
That can blow you away

Compa arrives with the saya
He takes her to the beach
I take her to the party
And I put her on the little horse
Look at me Paola
She thinks she's the last Coca-Cola
Stop the stretching
That can blow you away

They caught her with who knows
Who knows how
There was a van that took her there
Compa arrives with the saya
Compa to the wall
He takes her to Julito
And puts her on the little horse

He takes her who knows
Who knows how, compa!
Compa arrives with the saya
He takes her to the beach
I take her to the party
And I put her on the little horse
Julito takes her to the little corner